No face, mother, father, daughter No future, brother sister son
Processed, assimilated, undone Enslaved by the Word and enamored to the Gun Heathens, willing, we swallow their surgery Content to our mutual discontent
Displaced, dreams of anonymity Restless, walking, dead Displaced, the mirror stares you empty No face, no future for the devils own
The devils own By deadlights shone Necro-letariat
The devils own In deadlights shone Necro-letariat
No face, discontent No pulse
Dream destroyers, incorporated Siphoning our futures away Identities lost to the storm Astray in labyrinthine regret